"Good Madam."

At this moment, a tired maid suddenly appeared behind An Lan and said hello to her. An Lan was so scared that she almost threw away the lid in her hand. Fortunately, the maid was quick-eyed and quickly took the lid.

"Madam, please sit down, I'll serve you a bowl of chicken soup."

Give it to her? How did the maid know that she would wake up hungry at this time?

An Lan's pair of deer-like eyes revealed innocent doubts. She wanted to ask, but because of her years of inferiority, she was still thinking about how to speak.

The careful maid saw the wife's doubts, handed the served chicken soup to the wife, and then explained softly.

"Young Master heard last night that you didn't eat much, so he told us to prepare fresh food since last night, for fear that you would suddenly wake up hunger."

Because it was a shift, it was her turn now. Before that, she had prepared nearly ten portions of broth for her wife, but they were all thrown away.

"What Feng Yu ordered?"

An Lan was drinking slightly hot chicken soup, and her body and mind were very comfortable. After hearing the maid's explanation, she asked quietly and confirmed in disbelief.

"Reply to the wife, it was the young master who personally ordered it."

The maid responded to the wife's questions respectfully.

Immediately, the maid went to prepare the ingredients. Since the wife woke up, according to the master's instructions, the dining table should not be less than the standard of the Manchu and Han banquet.

An Lan, who was trapped in doubt, had her eyes confused and did not notice the more and more dishes on the table. When she was shocked, she was frightened by the rich and exaggerated food in front of her.

"No, thank you."

She waved in panic and signaled that the maid would not have to be so busy. In fact, after drinking a bowl of soup, she was already a little full. She might not be able to eat the dishes in front of her.

"Okay, ma'am."

After serving the last dish, the maid nodded professionally, responded softly and retreated aside.

In the end, An Lan did not eat much. She felt a little apologized in her heart. She looked at the maid nervously, feeling a little sorry.

Back to the room.

An Lan looked at the occupied bed, she frowned slightly, stared at Feng Yu's handsome sleeping face, and couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Why don’t you sleep with your own bigger bed? Humph.

Just as she glared at the sleeping Feng Yu, the next second, Feng Yu opened his eyes without any signs. His eyes were clear and he looked at him evilly.

An Lan was startled in an instant, fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes dodging, thinking about how to explain.

Feng Yu stood up and gently picked up the frightened An Lan and returned to the bed. In fact, he had woken up long ago when An Lan got up. He guessed that she might be hungry, and when she came back, he deliberately pretended to sleep.

, I just wanted to see what An Lan would do to him.

Wuxin scared her, Feng Yu looked gentle and couldn't help but squeeze An Lan's tender and cute cheeks. Only her cheeks still had a trace of flesh on her body, which was also the cutest part.

"Are you full?"

He said with a smile.

An Lan, who was frightened, had not yet reacted. She nodded blankly, and then remembered the maid's words, and she whispered softly with some discomfort.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, I'm your husband, this is what I should do."

Love words seemed to be a handy thing for Feng Yu.

But before An Lan, she had never heard any whispers in the cold Feng Yu's mouth.

An Lan's eyes drooped and her cheeks were slightly red.

This is shy. Feng Yu's deep eyes could not hide his smile. This is the only time. An Lan did not resist him too much. It turns out that his lover was a reasonable and cute person.

Grasping An Lan's soft-heartedness, Feng Yu secretly made a goal and showed weakness to let An Lan accept him.

"Ah! My head suddenly twitched, it hurts so much."

In order to verify his guess, Feng Yu deliberately pretended to have a headache. He covered his temples and cried in a low voice.

An Lan, who was kind-hearted, was indeed caught in the trap. Her expression was visible to the naked eye and her eyes were anxious and she was at a loss. She didn't know what to do.

"I'll call the doctor."

She was innocent and didn't even doubt whether Feng Yu was pretending, and she didn't even ask why she suddenly had a headache.

It was so cute. Feng Yu curled the corner of his mouth with love in a place that An Lan could not notice. He stretched out his hand and grabbed An Lan who was about to leave, and spoke in a deep voice as if he was weak.

"No doctor, An Lan, can you help me press the temple?"

As he said that, without giving An Lan any chance to refuse, Feng Yu fell on An Lan's thigh, and his handsome appearance showed pain.

"oh."

An Lan responded obediently, and then focused on pressing Feng Yu's temples. Even she herself did not notice that at this moment, she was not afraid of Feng Yu.

In this way, she pressed silently for a long time, but Feng Yu didn't say another word.
Chapter completed!